He grunted a little and I felt something hot. He was peeing. I could feel it hit the sweet spot right inside the open gape of the speculum, I heard th... familiar sound of liquid filling a container. I was the container, the liquid was his piss. I moaned and grunted squirmed, chocking more on my cunt rag gag. He shouted “shut the fuck up” in an angry voice and I settle down a little. He shook off the last few drops and I could feel my guts full again. Like the enema but worse. Reaching down he. We bullshitted about the girls, and all the people going there. When we pulled up I looked out the window and there were cops everywhere. I got out and heard the familiar Loco Crew whistle. I threw up a couple signs and yelled "3 6 Puttin it down! Throw that shit up!" There were bomb girls everywhere, mostly white because we lived right on the edge of a good neighbor hood, so we and the Locos were the only ones here that where big enough to do anything. We went to our first class, we all posted. Their favorite restaurant had again come through with a great meal. They'd had just enough wine, lovely dessert, and stimulating conversation. But though the pleasant hours had repressed her ill mood, she now wanted a good night's sleep to escape the frustrations the work week had wrought. Climbing into bed, passing out and waking up to a lazy Saturday... That's what she needed. So when the car stopped and she opened her eyes to see Jay's house and not her own, she was peeved. "I thought you. " Oh god Bart," Tracy moaned. "This is so wrong of us, I'm a married woman."I continued to play with Tracy's pussy as I said, "And a very sexy one at that, a married woman who loves to be made love too."There was a moment of hesitation before Tracy responded. "I will go with you," she said while I unbuttoned her blouse. "I know we shouldn't do this but I can't help myself." Tracy was standing before me sans clothes. "I've never had these kinds of feelings before." What kind of feelings could.